Feeding Times

. (run)

i feed my drugs depression
on weekdays
my cigarettes
my weeds
how i gaslight my other addictions
promising weekends
to come with fury
though. . .
sometimes i promise too much
and we reach
and it almost looks like a suicide
attempt
come monday
with very bloodshot eyes
i arise to feed the week
what is left of me
weaker, every time
it gets weirder
every time

Author's Note

Reviews

[pia]

great poem about a person who addicted to drugs and wears its affects to strengthen what he feels is 'weak' within him.
i think you effectively portray how it feels to be an addict. you took the reader through with all the signs and emotions and feelings.
i also feel addiction in this poem can be taken in a broader way. he could be addicted to a certain feeling i guess. He torments himself to get back those depressive or you could say destructive emotions. its like the person is stuck in a cycle he cant escape. He leads from one addiction to another. he feeds those addictions to keep the cycle in motion.
this was a fun yet 'scary' read. i used the word scary to make sure you understand how i felt by looking into the virtual eyes of an addict or a person in depression .
i enjoyed this but do correct me if ive misinterpreted anything
take care :)